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The Process of Weeding Out

by Reece Fuller

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Smokin nothin but gas to Young Nudy Smoke it til its gone and youre done your being young duty King lofi Kinda punk Kinda rappin Kinda fucked Kinda poppin Kinda funked Kinda make your head turn and not stop til its done Kinda personal Kinda like another fuckin form of poetry Kinda like drama rehearsal, and kinda like hoetry Its kinda embarassing, it's kinda intentional Kinda a way to make it intimate Kinda third dimensional Kind of on a wave for you fucks to scratch ya heads to And I mean that in the most loving way, I should mention Gunna go to bed too Gunna get high, gettin head too Gunna write shit til I die w it, fascinate a wily critic Smoke a dime and I'm witty, shining like a diamond, pretty
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Chase em down Beat they ass Im a spectre from the past That lil angel stole my aura think the things that will amass! Third Eye Peaceful ghost with one second side Secret face behind two tired eyes And vamp teeth when I'm [symbolized] I fly 64 holds my hand as a guide Punky dress and leather loafs on my side And I won't be impressed by these oafs in my eyesight (You know my rhyme's tight) You know I'm ready for the stresses and the limelight You know I'm gunna test myself for my best self and I'm right
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Prologue 00:41
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Spirit Shit 02:24
Its 3am, and theres a ghost in the floor Is something at the door? (Nah!) I'm bein haunted like the state I was before in now A friendly bugger who's Joy Division joy bound Well since I've got to I've started to enjoy sounds The way the music hits w THC is BONKERS I'm havin quite the hairy day, call it Conkers And no your ass is in my house? I"m tryna sleep, this is awkward I was playin 64 like the many weeks before and I passed out, CRT is making my eyesore Basically, the fuck you want creeping in my house? (Spirits all starin' but ones got his eyes out) Open up the door with a 666 Spirit shit, third eye with a sick imprint Reality splits, split second everything hurts And then it clicks, quite a deal for a witch-made curse OK sick !
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[Reece] Bong rip, slit wrist Back door, kill a man Mortal vessels, I couldn't give a damn Back pack, water bottle, ready to go I got skin from a sheep and a months of clothes [Scummy] My mind has passed its limits I dont think Im truly living Plug the hole inside my system I'll get high for five more minutes I feel lost, how do I go back? Peace of mind I've never known that Tunnelvision, feel like Kodak I can't breathe, my lungs have collapsed [KING IROH] My smoke Make your bitch choke Run up her guts and I'll ruin her throat One round, I'll send you the shadow realm Fuck around get tossed and lost in sauce Wanna box got rocks inside my gloves Pussy talk, don't cross I'll fuck you up *************************** *************** *************************************** ***************
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The Edge 00:55
Are you ready to summon satan? All you need is some weed and a Slayer record Have you ever transcended through music? Music is all-encompassing, music is cosmic Have you ever stood on The Edge, staring down into un-ending black Wondering what its like to live down there? Cause I have
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I've been gettin high til I'm passin out Only feelin life when I'm gassin up Drinkin purple Okanagan, stars are swirling in my noggin Getting drunk and riding shotgun til we're passin out Did you spill a shotgun? Well, only a bit We gettin shwasty as shit They better pull up as we gettin lit We get equipped with what we need Offa pills, X, coke, shrooms, vodka, and weed We gettin stoned by the fire Cheeched on a beach Tryna clean our brains all clear like bleach Smoke til we pass out Puff puff pass that Drinkin til we pass out or have someone pass that Only real ones, no room for an asshat Goin dopesmoker all fumes need a hazmat x2 Black jeans, long sleeve, fuck it, I'm a class act (We're waitin for the rain but its only blue skies lookin forward for today)
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It's snowing and Im waiting on you I've got a new kinda vision and I'll bring it to you Last time we talked I was feeling bold Last for the summer now it's freezing cold I had a hunch that this isnt forever But if I kick it can u assist in the endeaver? Claire to a Bender, heart defender and mender Said fuck it, I'll send er It's all love or all regret in the end And even w the pain I'd still do it again The hard pace The art face It hurts when we part ways A hard place to be when you're young So sing and sound off a drum And make sure the synths all hum I've got the gas tryna crash my lungs Outer space how it seems to some Last time that I saw you You had promised me and vowed to hold me I can't hear you I can't see my problems
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Void 02:44
The void of a crowd Devoid of any action No reason to get proud Snakes in the grass dont care for passion The void of a meaning Sitting on a couch for days on recording Won't get caught slipping up or repeating No retreating, Ima write until its all done The void of a motive Obsession, addiction, and rhythms, the totem Music and drugs all I need til its over Complex I perplex em and grab on my scrotum Like Texas I hold em Live in defiance of general stigma I'll make a truce over any alliance, but fuck with me I'll fuck with you back, whatchu think, huh? The void where a friend would be I'm a real, I don't fake or pretend to be If u wanna waste time then forget it But u Pigma my family you're dead to me
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Epilogue 00:41
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Get a taste of this musical execution Trippin shrooms offa weed, I'm not doin xans If u think you can play here's your solution Shut your mouth, eat sum apste, I aint got time for that I'm so ahead of my time Still gotta get in my prime Still gotta finish these rhyme schemes Push weird shit like Tom Waits I'm not for the drama I exist, imprint, and fuck yo mama Ima loose killer, Michael Jackson, Thriller Ima loose singer, feel like Bryson Tiller Ima lose sight for the time of my life And get high, and have fun, and do drugs til I die I'm a nihilist and living so fuck suicide Ima ride, got my pride, makin music til I die Critics got nowhere to stand, haters got nowhere to hide I'm a one man army so fuck a bonnie n clyde And I know that I can be the king without even tryin
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about

A spectre from Pluto has had its aura stolen by a mischevious angel!! To get it back, the spectre must follow its haunting through the black dimension to an old sensei. With the wise old mans words, the two travel to Neptune in search of an ancient sacrificial volcano. The sensei witheld from the two the information regarding the volcano's soul-stealing tendencies, and the spectre loses his new friend along the way before getting to heaven. The spectre, in a sad, confused, and angry state, confronts god seeming more human than just spirit. God grants a new aura to the emotional schism of our confrontational combo-being, as well as the ability to switch between its natural and possessed forms at will. What follows is the spectre learning of human indulgances: drugs, video games, and love. This is The Process of Weeding Out.

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released January 13, 2021

Everything on this album recorded by me, from my Casio to a shitty microphone EXCEPT xans, which was produced by IROH on soundcloud, go follow, hes very talented

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